Blackbird Page #4
This way, son.
Thanks, Don.
F***!
Are you okay?
Is that the evidence?
It's ninety percent of their case.
Look I know it's hard,
it gets a lot worse
when it goes to trial.
What do you mean when?
Isn't that why you're here?
To take me to court?
That's what we thought
too until this morning.
The trial's been postponed, Sean.
The computer forensic
experts need more time.
How much time?
Could be a couple months.
Procedure is long.
Life is short.
I've been trying to tell
you that from the start.
I know pleading guilty is
against your principles,
and I respect you for that,
but principles will not
end this vicious cycle
of abuse you're in.
What do you say we
put an end to all this?
Your honour, at this time my client
would like to enter a plea of guilty.
Mr. Randall, do you understand
that you are pleading guilty
to planning an attack
on twenty-seven people
in this town?
Yes.
Please speak into the
microphone, Mr. Randall.
Yes.
Do you understand that
you're making this guilty plea
of your own free will,
and that no one in any way
is coercing you to make
this statement today.
Yes that's right.
Is there anything else you wish to say?
No, sir. Just I'm sorry, I guess.
Sorry I guess?
Mr. Randall, sorry I guess doesn't
restore the damage you've
caused this community
or diminish the impact
on the lives of those
you've threatened.
Your honour, please,
my client may not be
particularly eloquent,
but he is deeply remorseful
and sorry for what he's done.
Mr. Randall, is that true?
Yes, sir, that's true.
I'm granting an order of release
with conditions. Mr. Randall.
Due to the violent and
disturbing nature of your
intended crimes you are
prohibited from attending
any school within district thirteen.
Not only can you not
attend, you cannot step foot
on school property.
You are also prohibited
from communicating,
directly or indirectly, with any victim,
witness, or other
person identified in the
no contact order.
That's twenty-seven
people, Mr. Randall.
Twenty-seven people who
don't want to see your
face ever again.
So, I didn't know what
to do with your room.
I just closed the door... left it.
I didn't know how you'd feel.
It feels weird... like
someone else's room.
Maybe it is.
I mean, maybe you changed.
I talked with Barry.
He said that you can have
your computer and all your
stuff back, just a couple of
formalities to go through.
What about your guns?
I don't get those back.
Part of the deal.
Part of what deal?
The deal to get you out.
Sean, um, I was thinking, you know,
with the school ban in
effect and everything,
that maybe you want to come
work with me at the rink,
help out some, earn yourself a
bit of cash.
How's that supposed to work?
The whole hockey team is on that list.
I checked with Barry.
He said that as long as you're
upstairs when they're on the ice
it's no problem.
They have a schedule,
you have a schedule.
I don't know.
Can I think about it?
Yeah, absolutely!
No hurry, take your time.
Can I get you a sandwich or something?
I got some of that thinly-shaved
turkey breast you like.
Yeah, that sounds great, thanks.
I'm glad you're home, Sean.
Sandwich then.
Hey.
Pittsburgh's playing, you want to watch?
I'm reading.
No pressure.
Thought I'd mention it.
Two dollars each?
Thanks.
Look at you.
Dirt under your fingernails.
That reminds me.
First pay cheque.
Aren't you going to open it?
Right.
Probably know how much
is in there anyway.
Don't forget, there's deductions.
I guess I should start
saving for plastic surgery.
What are you talking about?
People think I'm a psycho, dad.
No, they don't!
Everybody I talk to knows it's bullshit.
You should've seen them
gawking at me at the mall.
You just like thinking that way.
I saw Deanna.
Didn't go up to her, just saw her.
I should hope not.
I don't know.
Give her a chance to explain herself.
When are you going to realize
she's not your friend, Sean.
Never was.
I heard Jimmy Cooke's
selling his wife's Dodge.
Probably let it go for fifteen hundred.
Consider going in on
it with you if you want.
Oh, come on, Talbot!
How do you miss that?
When did my stuff get here?
I don't know, earlier sometime.
My car got vandalized.
The net was wide open!
What did you say?
My car got vandalized.
What?
What happened?
What did you do?
Nothing... except
plan a school massacre.
"Get your f***ing hand
off me, you cocksucker... "
"Are you recording me?"
"Sean!"
Hi.
Hi.
You look different.
That's kind of the general idea.
How are you?
Alright.
Just working now, just got my own car.
Yeah, that's cool.
How about you?
How long have you been working here?
Just like a month.
It was my dad's idea.
He knows the owner, so that's how he
keeps tabs on me.
Anyway, I just -
wanted to say I was sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.
I feel sick to my stomach
about what happened.
I don't talk to Cory anymore.
Not at all.
You know the cops came
to my house and told me
that you had a plan?
I didn't have a plan.
It was just a story.
A story of revenge?
Where do you want to go?
Mexico.
I should have said something.
My parents are impossible to talk to.
But I should have said something.
I don't blame you for not trusting me.
When did you get the nose ring?
It's a nose stud.
Nose stud.
I like it.
So I was going to head to Johnny's,
half price burgers.
You want to come?
Actually there was something else I was
thinking about doing, but thanks.
Okay.
Next week then.
Hi.
Hi.
Your dad gave you his Lexus?
Told him I needed tampons.
Works every time.
No, you can leave your boots on.
Unless you don't want them to get dirty.
Um, the bathroom...
up and around the corner,
if you want to use it.
Okay.
Do you want to hang
out here or in my room?
Sure.
Which one?
We can go to your room.
Okay, it's just here.
Wow, the walls are so bare.
Yeah, it's part of my new look.
Or non-look.
Are those live maggots?
Yes.
I like the way you look.
I feel like I can see you.
You can actually read?
Yes, well, it's not exactly Dostoevsky.
Did you get that in jail?
Yeah.
I feel really bad.
Don't.
I kind of like it.
It adds character.
Is that your dad?
Yeah, just wait here.
There's a Lexus in the driveway.
Yeah, that's... Deanna's here.
Oh no, no, she's not!
She's leaving!
It's not a big deal.
You'll be arrested.
I won't be... I won't be arrested.
Is that true?
You could be arrested?
She doesn't know?
Know what?
You going to tell her?
There's a restraining
order and you're on it.
Hey!
Time to head up!
Hey, look who it is.
Careful, he's got a weapon.
So like I'm confused man
did you want to f*** her
or did you want to kill her?
F*** her then kill her?
Kill her then f*** her?
What did you want to do?
Sean! Sean!
What did you want to do man?
- What are you doing?
- I'm working!
- Hey, hey.
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